Humming Birds Do Share

Because of the sweet droplets of pink rain, cascading all around me, sweet, like lilacs blushing to the tender dreams that we sweet humming birds do share. When lovers can whisper over the gentle harmonies of the angels that were magic. Your eyes light up like stars and you spread your wings like your love made true. Ringing faeries swoop away from me, mimicking wild, like blueberry butterflies. What a sunny Sunday, sunnyside up. Sweetpeas glistening like ferngullies smiling back after a fresh snow. Elves laughing and looking, smirk with nothing much else to share. Life and its play is as beautiful as you are, when you can be. Guessing about being you. . . do it like you can woman. As the lovely lady walked by; the group giggled as long as they could, and then the tea cooled off, the girls share their unfelt ideas, and then they get mean like vampyres and great white sharks. The sophisticated pussies start purring as their sanity escapes them. The rainbows begin to bloom, and all those beautiful colors flare like gin blossoms. Oh, goodness another cup of pog water, and some gucci pudding for you Ms. Bacon! Not wanting to foresee my infinite phantasm of fear and self-loathing. A full moon, a full eclipse. Were we not having so much fun. . . falling from grace?